Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Indeed, as several commenters correctly surmised, I am very happy for my sister and my whole family that the first of the next generation is growing. There's really no one in my life I'm as close to as my sister in the way that I am close to her.

It's just that...I'm the oldest. And I want this. I want this so, so so so badly. (Well, you all know. You all are the people who know!!!) And for a while there, the way things were going, it looked like I might get to have the first grandchild (Lord knows I didn't get the first marriage...my sister married [religiously & legally] a few years before I did and since I live in the U.S. I am still not legally married). And that kind of felt good to me, you know? Having the first grandchild, even though it's so hard for us to do.

But that's not how it's going to be. I'm going to be the Late Blooming Lesbian YET AGAIN. Maybe I'll change my cute little pseudonym from LO to LBL since those appear to be my real initials.

(I'm getting used to this new turn of events, I'm not as down as I might sound in this post. It's just that sometimes I get tired of all the drama/detritus that comes with being queer. 'Cause if we weren't, we'd have been first.)

Sunday, March 26, 2006

...and we're not.In the immortal words of Langston Hughes, "There's nothing more to say."And I am a bad, bad person because I feel anything but pure joy.Thanks for being there, people, 'cause if you weren't, I'd be all alone with my shrink! And my darling Co.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Here's the portent I look for to show me spring has arrived in the Northeast.Because I am Jewish, I never received these delightful items in baskets for free; I saved my allowance and started buying them as soon as CVS, Woolworth's, and the other candy emporiums of my childhood started putting them out on the counter. Since a lot of that childhood was spent in New England, the availability of the Cadbury creme egg usually occurred significantly before the weather actually got warm. Hence: for me, seeing those eggs on the counter will always make my heart lift. Spring is coming! It is, it is! If it were up to me, I'd put a Cadbury creme egg on the seder plate. Maybe someday I will.

Edit: It is my passionate interest in comparative religion that makes me joke about this tacky replacement. I would only do it in appreciative company. Also, Passover/Pesach is by far my favorite holiday (American or Jewish) and part and parcel of my joyous reaction to Spring & its Cadbury creme egg harbinger.

Monday, March 13, 2006

So PKD said no. It was a qualified no -- his partner wasn't so comfortable and we have the sense he is interested but if one's partner is uncomfortable, well, that does make it hard. So that's that. I guess I can't exactly blame the other party for hogging the sperm. Well. That there is a lie. I can, and I do, and I am, but I am trying to get over it. This means we will need to use a Sperm Bank. If anyone has any positive suggestions, we sure would like to hear them. I know Charlotte had a good meeting at the Sperm Bank of California. Anyone know anything about Pacific Reproductive Services? I was so excited. We were going to redefine family. We were going to have a baby with a cool guy. And it turns out we're not doing any of those cool things. We're just going to buy some sperm. I am trying not to feel like the biggest loser in the world.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

(I come from a family of political button collectors. My grandfather did it, my parents did it separately and together, and I have two bags of them in my bottom dresser drawer. No, I haven't found a good way to display them in my small apartment.)

I have a lot of ones I love [no nukes/no cows!], but I do think this one's my favorite:

Choice in Everything.

(I know life's never that simple, but still....)

P.S. We sent a letter to PKD. Well, Co calls it a letter, I call it a short email reminder. But hopefully we'll hear from him soon.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

I got this meme from BB and Sarah and from Calliope. I love it that the term "meme" comes from genetics (as I understand it, it's a segment of DNA that replicates itself). Cool metaphor.

Four non-teaching jobs I've had: 1. Worked in the back offices at a bank.2. Cashier at an "au bon pain."3. Temporary admin assistant for the Security (no, not securities) dept. at a major stock company, offices were at 2 World Trade Centre (don't worry it was in 1998).4. Curatorial assistant at a museum devoted to broadcasting (I helped with the soap opera exhibit. I've seen episodes of One Life to Live from before I was born).

Four Authors, Books, or Series I read over and over:1. Cheaper by the Dozen & Belles on Their Toes by the Gilbreths (Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. & Ernestine Gilbreth Carey)2. The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot3. Harry Potter4. The Westing Game (I teach it. I love it, though, that's why I teach it)

Four movies I can watch over and over:1. Meet Me In St. Louis2. Georgy Girl3. In a Child's Name (LIfetime, 4 hrs, my sister affectionately calls it "the glowing blood movie")4. The Wizard of Oz

Four TV shows I love(d):1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer2. Degrassi...Junior High, HIgh, Next Generation3. You Can't Do That on Television4. Law & Order (I also like Special Victims Unit, but *not* Criminal Intent or Trial by Jury!! I will be trying out "Conviction" tomorrow night.)

Four places to vacation: 1. Jersey Shore2. Cape Cod3. Montreal & Laurentides4. Walt Disney World (I really do love Disney World. It is against everything that is good and right that I love it, but I can't help myself).

Four sites I visit/use daily:1. Blogger blogs2. Livejournal3. Google4. myspace to spy on the kids (kidding!!!!)

Four people I'd like to meet in person, based on their blogs:(I found this a bit hard)All of you!!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Learn, Lo, Learn.Co had to calm me through it, though I mostly picked it out myself. (Please note Co's other blog, in case this surprises you even remotely.)

On the other hand, it was my passionate desire to create the fancy new (okay, anal retentive new) categorization system that brought me to the point where I actually asked of my own volition what "ul" means.

One of these days I might even be able to communicate with 12-year-olds. (However, I will never set up a myspace. Never. Never. Never. Never. Though I must add that, if any of you have been following the myspace drama in the news, the word on the street from my local 12-year-old users is that it is "so over." Okay. Works for me.)